Long Crimes Poems
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Skipping my mind
across the lake
Sinking sinking
With each breath I take
Looking up
a gurgling sound
Breath escaping
My feet tightly bound
I can still remember
Your hand on my face
Heart beating fast
Feeling out of place
The car ride was bumpy
in the dark tiny trunk
Arms tightly bound
feeling woozy and drunk
Yes I was the witness
to that horrible crime
I was there for my murder
Now I’m suspended in time
You fit me with shoes
Custom made for the deep
I guess an accountant
has too many secrets to keep
As I sank oh so slowly
There was one consolation
The beauty of detail
was my preoccupation
A letter will arrive
In a few short days my friend
Yes by registered mail
What you started will end
Because details are my trade
All your crimes big and small
Except for my murder
They’ll be revealed one and all
Core of ancient planets where the outback grows a-wild;
Wind atop the atoll high, hearken to thy child!
Desert flower, where is love? Where is grace for me?
Someone get me God above! Fate and fancy-free!
Railing tyrant, city old, absinthe in a glass.
Green fluid, ignited cube, sugar, sassafras.
Vision sacred, mystery. Harvest season: when?
Weathervane, thy melody! Here and now, I ken!
Yellow eyes, meat eater face. Bottom of ravine
Dreams upset in carapace! Meltdown in machine!
Snapping turtle empire old, what ought we deter?
Clutching fingers, fear the cold! Ornithopters, whir!
End Times, play thy bitter chimes? Twilight of the gods?
O gold doubloon! Commit crimes! Nuclear wrath, rods!
Better still to live than die? What a bother bad!
Barbarian, loose thy cry! That will make them mad!
Volcano in crater form? Not since time began.
O hot lava, keep them warm! Flow and outward fan!
Eagle o'er battalions fly! Safeguard, noble birds!
Gods of death are looking sly! Quarter them in thirds!
Unidentifiable? Alphabet a-last?
Hail, Zeta Reticuli! Hang the foe from mast!
O singularities, smile! North and South, free break!
Think on this a little while: vampires dread the stake...
Strange Alice
Young pretty girl, pink cheeks and sweet
Incarcerated, defeated at an early age
Locked in jail for crimes committed on the streets
Hauled away for killings in a rage
Soft blue eyes hide anger in sweet Alice
Her lover could not free her from her mind
Or the bars that house her and her malice
She had no tolerance for weakness of any kind
John is a timid man, evident in his demeanor
That sickened captured Alice who hates a coward
He dares not intervene to make her meaner
She would strangle him on the spot if angered
They were not the perfect couple
Better dead than alive was her motto when it came to men
If they let her out for a second with her scruples
She would kill him dead and call him friend
Perhaps if given half a chance she would reform
Pretty young girls don’t belong behind prison bars
She promises not to kill again and mourned
Swore not to murder men, as long as they were not from Mars
I dabble poetic in occasional rhyme
but remain obtuse and dull witted in haiku,
prone to my mistakes in cadence and lyrical crimes.
I fight iambic pentameter
and laugh at doggerels and limericks,
steering clear of epics and fixed formed teeter teasers.
Perhaps burlesque or lampoons should be my write
as I pen the words and phrases of heroic couplet
or narrative ballad best record of the knight.
Didactic, elegies, dirge and epigrams are a gain
still, I take a chance at each form to myself teach
but free verse flows readily and easily in my veins.
Alas, I write and take a whirling spin
at reading, writing poetry and poems each day
imagining the ah ha of poetry to begin.
Dripping with sin, I climb.
mine eyes burn, unblinking.
I have seen a thousand crimes.
each one a tooth in dark.
each one a hymn gone rancid.
the pit of absence breathes.
it feeds on nameless hours.
crawling endlessly, it seems.
I keep my hands in ash.
I keep my mouth in iron.
silence repeats my verdict.
no saints arrive, no banners.
only the bruise of memory.
only the stench of mercy.
my ribs learn stubborn cadence.
my pulse drags a rusted chain.
I rise by counting losses.
I rise by swallowing smoke.
the walls confess in wet tongues.
the dark writes laws on skin.
yet I make my way up.
step after step, unholy.
eyes burning, still I look.
and do not look away.
...You have a right to trial by jury,
and a presumption of your innocence,
you have a duty to respect other’s rights,
not commit crimes against women and men.
To surrender if you’re done the deed,
take responsibility for your crimes,
but to fight like hell if you’re innocent,
not let injustice rob you of your time.
You have a right to select your leaders,
to pick out who is best to govern things,
tou have a duty to distrust them all,
even if they agree with what you’re saying,
to recognize power corrupts all souls,
and those who seek it you should like the least,
that they’re little better than unruly dogs,
and you’ve got to keep them on a short leash.
You have a right to protection by the law,
an expectation of equal treatment,
you have a duty to not ask for favors,
Not use skin or sex to sway sentiment.
To realize equality means one standard,
despite our problems, history, or past,
to treat people as individuals,
not collectives molded from the same cast.
You have a right to live with your freedoms,
to be the controlling force in your life,
you have a duty to understand that choice
is no guarantee things will go all right,
that life can be a challenging affair,
and no clear road to our success is paved,
but that having the chance to walk that road
is far better than living as a slave.
Some grow big bellies
in front of the tele
idle and fuming
small minds never see big pictures
Now I do confess
bombing women and children
is not Biden's best moment, a failed test
nor all democracies of the west
Anyone is better than
an orange criminal with no morality
he has bankrupted himself, a plenty
Id not give him the keys, the pantry raided empty
As far as the Union, I must confess
before Biden, my net worth was a palsy seventy eight million
now is one hundred twenty four million and counting
a dilemma for sure, at what cost, I must address
I'd give it all away, if we stopped the bombs, the duress
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/23
With war crimes against Putin, we were aggressively absolute.
Yet, seeing cities being leveled, the loudspeaker has gone mute.
I hear this talk about "interests" while women and children die.
As if the only thing that matters are the lost Israeli lives.
The world consists of many religions and nationalities.
I give credence to them all, not just the Israelis.
They speak of tunnels under Gaza, Hamas use for warfare.
Then, we come to find out the Israelis put them there.
America should really re-assess where it is coming from.
Stop deep-throating and speaking with a forked tongue.
The entire world is watching and totally tuned in.
All empires fall because they were spread too thin.
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
Doctor Claw was an evil genius and he committed many crimes.
If it wasn't for Penny and her dog, he would've won every time.
The note would blow up in the Chief's face every time Inspector Gadget read it.
Penny and Brain did all of the work and Inspector Gadget always got the credit.
Penny and Brain never got any recognition for defeating Claw and that was unfair.
Maybe if Penny had kicked the Chief in the nuts, he would've been more aware.
When it came to catching criminals, Inspector Gadget couldn't catch a cold.
Penny outshined him every time and she's only about nine or ten years old.